I hadn't realised it until now , but it’s probably no coincidence that my last post was about our trip to Norwich, a city I’ve loved since studying at UEA. I wrote, then, that coming home was a hard landing, a feeling that took me completely by surprise as it’s been such a privilege to live in this beautiful, remote spot on the very edge of the west Wales coast. A trip to Skye at the end of October - Tom’s choice - with Ma, was a truly lovely holiday. The weather was kind, the colours of those breathtaking seascapes will stay with me, as will all the happy memories we made that week. And, because our small cottage had been so beautifully modernised and worked so well for the three of us, it was easy to imagine what it might be like to live somewhere different. If travel doesn’t broaden the mind, it certainly brings a new perspective. By the end of the year, Tom and I had decided that it was time for a change, time to move closer to a town (we are neither of us, as they say, getting
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Lovely pictures. I always think spring is the perfect time for walking.
Jeanne
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We don't get badgers over here, I'd love to see one.
I hope the gardener didn't have to wait too long for his tea, he looks like he's doing a great job out there.
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Jeane, we need one of what you saw at the top of our hill as we return!
Debs, thank you. The Gardener had done an excellent job so got his well-deserved cup of tea!
Hah, yes it does look like the Narnai of post boxes! I know what you mean about the French ones!
Frances, we're always glad that you like to take the air or we wouldn't get to see so much of your wonderful city!
Fennie, I'm constantly amazed at how those messy nests stay in place when a good old west Wales gale shakes them!
Thank you, Sue!